User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150410160038/@comment-2246928-20150416025029

(Due to some logging on problemos, Nash asked me to comment for him, wot!)

Cawn pulled out his whip and stepped up to the vixen, a cruel grin lurking just beneath the mask of cold, careless menace that was that stoat's evil face.

Cawn cracked the whip upon the deck once, an almost lazy flick of his calloused paw. And then...

CRACK!

Pain exploded in the space between Rosebrush's shoulders as the whip's end slashed her back.

CRACK!

Again.

CRACK!

Galdrim grinned.

CRACK!

CRACK!